"Oh!" Right. Of course. Makes sense, actually. She opens her mouth, closes it, and considers the clothes the gentleman's wearing. "Sorry. It's... I'm going to make a random guess that maybe you aren't familiar with television and sitcoms and that? But it uh, it was a... a really popular fictional series about a group of friends, and all the weird bullshit they got up to. Joey was sort of an endearing idiot, but Chandler was the best bloke, by far."
What a bizarre thing to find herself talking about while in a barren, frozen wasteland holding a baby koala.
"And as for that, I'm Greek," she says, with a distinctly Australian accent and a conspiratorial smile, "I'm allowed to rip on Greek mythology. I'm not sure what to make out about the fish, but I'm not sure I've ever heard of a koala eating meat. So, I dunno, maybe dropbears are real after all, and that's what he is."
Gently, she makes sure the little thing is cradled in the crook of her arm, and offers her hand to shake. "Speaking of names: I'm Alex. Alexandra. Either, really."
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What a bizarre thing to find herself talking about while in a barren, frozen wasteland holding a baby koala.
"And as for that, I'm Greek," she says, with a distinctly Australian accent and a conspiratorial smile, "I'm allowed to rip on Greek mythology. I'm not sure what to make out about the fish, but I'm not sure I've ever heard of a koala eating meat. So, I dunno, maybe dropbears are real after all, and that's what he is."
Gently, she makes sure the little thing is cradled in the crook of her arm, and offers her hand to shake. "Speaking of names: I'm Alex. Alexandra. Either, really."